Preparing Mouthwatering Prey
After Kim Seojin first uploaded the photo, quite a few private messages poured in.
Males hungry for the dizzying jolt of incestuous taboo had flocked in droves. Most of the notes brimmed with raw desire—demands for personal details about Mom or more photos. Crude humiliation posts and blunt appraisals of her body were mixed in as well, the kind that stroked Seojin’s darker urges so hard he nearly lost his grip on reason all over again.
“I have to be able to control the situation, at the very least.”
A sharp sense of danger settled over him. This could not continue. Even if he kept posting pictures of Mom, he needed the power to delete them whenever he wanted and to block any malicious users who crossed the line. Naturally most of the messages came from wolves fawning for even a scrap of information or a side dish of content about her, yet not all of them were so eager to please. Hostile comments appeared too. Creators already selling paid material would certainly eye a new competitor with suspicion, afraid of losing their share of the pie. A few even threatened to tip Mom off—or worse, to intimidate her themselves.
“I have no plans to make money, but if I open a channel, only the real ones will gather, right?”
Males willing to pay actual cash for Mom would come running. The petty lusts of the riffraff still made decent side dishes, yet the truly foul, obsessive hungers that craved her would swarm as well. Seojin’s sharp mind began inventing clever solutions in all the wrong places. To keep every unpredictable element under his thumb and to snip hostile users or dangerous seeds at the root, he decided to open a channel.
Sharing Mom’s Secret Daily Life
He chose the exact title of the first post he had ever made on the Heartfans anonymous board—the sentence that matched his intent most perfectly. The moment the channel was live, anxiety fluttered hard in his chest. The night at the sauna had been a shocking accident, but this was different. This was him deliberately shoving Mom into a bottomless mire by his own hand. He must not cross the line. The thought sat clearly in his head, yet he could already feel another self that refused to stop.
“Hoooo…”
He forced a long breath out, trying to cool the heat rising in his skull. One wrong step and this dizzying pleasure would send him tumbling off a cliff with no way back. It was a tightrope walk that ended the instant Mom found out—high risk, meager sweet fruit in return. Still, the single taste of sweetness had only sharpened his thirst; there was no path back to the past. So he decided to walk carefully forward.
“First I have to attract the bugs.”
He needed to draw insects to the mouthwatering fruit that was Mom. Sudden bugs like the ones on sauna night weren’t bad, but that had been pure luck; he could hardly count on more miracles.
“What bait should I put out?”
Seojin slowly scrolled through the thousands of photos and videos of Mom stored on his computer. The highest-level material was, of course, only underwear shots. There were no nudes that could flaunt the full charm of a ripe married woman, nothing dizzying enough to drive a male insane.
“I can’t drop too big a bait right from the start. Better begin with something that just catches the eye.”
He settled on ordinary photos first. Plain daily snapshots felt too bland, so he chose a suit photo that showed off her youthful, beautiful face. It called to mind a capable office girl at work—an everyday woman one might pass on the street, yet it radiated the forbidden allure of someone who must never be touched. Any man would picture a secret rendezvous with a woman of that caliber.
“What should the next one be?”
Unlike last time, he planned to upload several shots at once to pull a wider range of reactions. One photo of an attractive woman you might meet in ordinary life, and another that revealed even a woman like that became a defenseless female at home, living atmosphere clinging to her. He hunted for a picture that would make that gap hit hard, but nothing matched what he wanted.
“No shots with a little exposure and that lived-in feel.”
Naturally—Mom had taken them herself, so anything revealing was limited to selfies. There wasn’t a single ordinary-yet-lewd photo that felt unguarded and domestic. His worry deepened. Underwear alone would have been enough, yet it lacked the pull to hook the real ones. The person posting these pictures had to make viewers absolutely certain this was his actual mother. Only then would the dizzying taboo and choking tension make the males thirst harder for darker stimulation.
“No choice, then.”
Seojin resolved to secretly capture a photo with exactly the right atmosphere and spent the next several days watching Mom with meticulous care. He realized only now that, because she ran hot, she preferred loose, completely unguarded clothes at home—sometimes nothing but a thin one-piece dress, more often a white tank top that left her shoulders and the upper swell of her chest bare, paired with black dolphin shorts. Never having looked at her with lewd eyes before, he had missed the subtle eros hiding in plain sight; now it fanned his lust without mercy.
“Haa… maybe I’ll rest a little.”
He pretended he had simply stepped out to the living room for a short break from studying and dropped onto the sofa. Mom, home from work, sat on the floor below him in her favorite white tank top and black dolphin shorts, clipping her fingernails and toenails. Seojin’s filthy gaze slid over the nape of her neck, her bare shoulders, the fleeting glimpses of upper chest. Every time the clippers snipped, a faint vibration made her soft breasts sway, and the shadowed valley between them sparked the urge to shove a hand inside.
“Gulp…”
He swallowed dry spit as if pouring water onto a chest burning with thirst and began filming her defenseless figure from behind. The silent camera he had set up earlier slowly drew her secret daily life into focus. Mom had carelessly twisted her hair up so it wouldn’t get in the way; loose strands slipped free and trailed down, lending her a strangely sensual air. Her slender nape still held moisture from a recent bath, and her feminine shoulders stirred a protective instinct. Each tiny sway of her rice-cake-soft upper chest made the white tank top look ready to slip, as if she were deliberately tempting him.
If I push the camera just a little farther, I could get her cleavage too.
Seojin sat on the sofa; Mom sat below with her back turned, completely absorbed in her nails. Their positions were perfect. He steeled himself and decided to risk it. Killing every sound of his presence, head lowered, he carefully eased the phone toward her from behind. The trembling focus slid past her delicate nape and began to close in, sucked toward the valley of her chest. At last the camera captured, raw and unfiltered, the intimate cleavage she never showed even to her own son—skin so private it bordered on forbidden flesh.
“…Huh?”
Had she sensed the ominous presence rising behind her? Mom suddenly lifted her head while still clipping a toenail; the phone nearly cracked against the back of her skull. Seojin jerked back in panic, yanked the phone away, and stabbed the stop button to save the video.
“Son! Rest is necessary when you study, but don’t take it without any restraint. You know that, right?!”
She must have thought he had been lounging too long; her face wore the usual sharp scolding look. Seojin forced himself to act calm while his heart hammered so hard it felt ready to leap out of his throat.
“Y-yeah. Got it, Mom. Don’t worry so much. I won’t disappoint you.”
“That’s right. But are you sick? Why are you sweating like that?”
“Huh?! Ah, w-well… maybe it’s a little hot.”
Cold sweat rolled down his face from the sheer tension of filming Mom for the first time by his own will. She eyed him with mild suspicion, yet the idea that her own son had just secretly recorded her never even crossed her mind. She went back to clipping her toenails and began chatting about her own constitution.
“Mom runs hot, and it looks like you take after me. That’s a problem. It’s a pretty bothersome trait, you know.”
“R-really? I’m heading back to study now.”
“Go on.”
As always, Mom answered half-heartedly, showing little interest beyond his studies. Seojin fled to his room like a thief whose own feet burned with guilt.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
Once the door shut he gasped for the breath he had been holding, forcing strength into legs that shook from residual tension so he wouldn’t simply collapse.
“This is harder than I thought.”
They say the one who’s tasted meat eats it best; for a wrong he could never grow used to, guilt squeezed his chest even as a twisted sense of taboo and pleasure flooded in. He quickly connected the phone to the computer and checked the video he had just risked everything for. The reward was worth it—when Mom’s luscious cleavage filled the entire frame he nearly shouted in triumph.
“G-good. Time to upload the photos, then.”
He had already mosaicked the suit shot of Mom. From the new video he pulled several stills: one full-body capture of her completely unguarded, living atmosphere clinging to every line; one close-up of her soft upper chest that looked as if it would spill between fingers if squeezed; and the intimate cleavage shot he had risked so much to take. Four photos in total, ready.
“Nothing that could expose personal details, mosaics look clean… nothing else should be a problem, right?”
For a second he wondered whether he ought to mosaic the wedding ring she deliberately wore to hide the fact that she was a single mother. It was a common, simple silver-toned band with a clean design, yet a small ruby sat in the center and drew the eye in a strangely magnetic way.
“If I mosaic it, that might actually attract more attention. Leave it.”
Even an acquaintance would never identify her from the ring alone, he decided. He uploaded all four prepared photos to the Heartfans anonymous board.
Along with a few simple facts meant to inflate the imagination, he had tossed out bait that invited them to tear into Mom without restraint. It was both a sweet lure and a dangerous hook: if you want to see more of this woman’s secret flesh, start biting hard. All that remained was to wait for the males who would devour the bait he had thrown.
And exactly as Kim Seojin expected, beasts in heat began swarming in droves, eager to sink their teeth into the mouthwatering prey that bore the name Mom.